Invincible Kungfu Healer

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

The golden armor crumbled completely and an unlockable and powerful force surged into him. His body cracked apart slowly and blood splashed everywhere.

The human warriors below were all ashen-faced. They yelled out in shock. No one had unexpected that the powerful Mo Wen could not even block a single blow from the Dragon Horse. A single strike had caused his body to break apart. Just how powerful was the Dragon Horse?

Sparkles of red light shone in the sky. The body that had been shattered suddenly gathered and transformed into a human figure. It was Mo Wen. When his body had shattered and blood had splashed all over the place, it had just been an illusion.

There was a shimmer of gold light, and golden armor covered Mo Wen once more. It was magnificent and sturdy. He looked like an immortal battle god.

"Resurrection? I see." The Dragon Horse looked at Mo Wen in surprise. However, it was not too shocked because it had always known that the Tower Spirit would not allow victory to come so easily. The human warriors had killed so many to get here and had even managed to kill the Peacock and Dragon Beast Kings. It was impossible for one to say that they had not relied on their own power.

"You cannot kill me," Mo Wen said lightly, his eyes sparkling with dark light.

"You are lying. I can sense the emotions of all living things, and your emotions tell me that you are lying. Perhaps, if you had not said anything, I might be paranoid. But now, I am certain that you cannot keep on resurrecting." The Dragon Horse's attractive lips curled up slightly and its sparkling eyes seemed to be able to see the past and the present, allowing the creature to see the everlasting truth.

Mo Wen's lips twitched. He felt speechless. What he had said earlier was just a psychological trick. He intended to manufacture a false image in which he could not be killed so that the Dragon Horse would slowly lose confidence. However, he did not expect that the Dragon Horse was powerful enough to be able to see right into one's soul and know if one was truthful or not.

He looked into the Dragon Horse's eyes and felt a little fearful. The Beast King was too powerful. In terms of combat ability, it was just as powerful as an immortal cultivator in the Primordial Soul Realm. Furthermore, other than its advantage in terms of cultivation levels, the Dragon Horse also had this peculiar talent.

Originally, Mo Wen thought that he still had a chance. But right now, he could not stop despair from welling up within him. This was a hopeless situation.

"I really want to know how many times you can be resurrected. If you only have the ability to resurrect once, then I think you have no hope." The Dragon Horse took a step forward, its pure white wings glimmering with light. It appeared in front of Mo Wen silently in the blink of an eye. It was as if the creature had moved the space before it. Mo Wen discovered that the Dragon Horse had only taken a simple step forward, but it was full of mystery. This skill was much more profound than his Glory of Wind technique.

There was nowhere for him to hide. The Dragon Horse's dragon lance hit him the moment the creature appeared. There was a crash of power that was stronger than anything he had experienced before.

Mo Wen did not manage to block the Dragon Horse's attack. His defenses were like paper mâche. The terrifying force swept through his defenses and collided forcefully with his body. His body broke down once more and turned into a cloud of bloody mist.

Then, a clear blood-red light shone, and Mo Wen's body was resurrected once more. The power of the superb-grade Healing light was an effect that not even the Dragon Horse could interfere with. Mo Wen had more than 30 superb-grade Healing lights in his hand. However, so what if he did? No matter how many superb-grade Healing lights he had, there would be a moment when he ran out of them. Against this undefeatable foe, how long could he last?

The Dragon Horse looked at Mo Wen curiously, her interest piqued. When Mo Wen was resurrected, she hit him with her lance again and again. In just moments, she had killed Mo Wen five times, and he had resurrected five times.

He resurrected again and died again. He did not do anything to defend himself. Mo Wen was like a punch bag that the Dragon Horse attacked and killed over and over again…

The human warriors watching below were all ashen-faced. Their eyes were filled with despair, and some of them could not even bear to look at the battle in the sky.

"The situation is hopeless." Nangong Mingzhu sighed softly and lowered her head, closing her eyes. Sadness filled her face. She had not expected that she would die here.

"Damn it. The Dragon Horse is too powerful. What kind of game is this? It's not fair at all. Are they tricking us?" Chu Yuan balled his hands into a fist, his face filled with resentment. He was someone from the Ghost Lair. He had never imagined, not even in his dreams, that he would die in this place.

The sadness seemed to spread, and in just moments, the Four Guardians Light Shroud was filled with sorrow. Everyone thought about their impending deaths and their families and friends. They thought about things they had not let go and felt regret for the things they had not completed. They thought about those they would miss dearly; they thought about many things. However, at this moment, they could do nothing about it. No one could.

"God has ended the Anti-Ming Faction. God has ended the Gao Clan…" Gao Hanshan sighed softly. He had lived for more than a hundred years, and there were many things that he was indifferent to. He was not afraid of death, but there were still too many things that he needed to accomplish, and there were still many burdens that he needed to bear. Furthermore, he did not want Mo Wen to die here. If he could choose, he was willing to exchange his life for Mo Wen's.

Jun Wulei smiled bitterly, his eyes filled with various emotions. There was reluctance, secrets he had never told anyone, and many, many things that he had not had the time to do. When one stood before death, everything became nothing, and everything would become void.

"Granny, I'm sorry." Two rows of tears flowed down from the corner of Jin Ying's eyes as she looked at Granny Jin Hua, who seemed to have aged decades in mere moments. Granny Jin Hua had not agreed to let Jin Ying come on this trip to the Fire Domain. She was afraid that an accident would happen. However, Jin Ying had not listened to her, and she had insisted on coming because her enemy Pei Fengwu had gone. The geniuses Jin Wulei and Gong Zhangyan of the Azure Dragon Palace Hall and White Tiger Palace Hall had also both come, and she did not want to be left behind.

Jin Ying was different from the others. Because of various incidents, she had become the only successor in the third generation of the Jin Clan. Granny Jin Hua had spent much effort on ensuring her safety in order to preserve the bloodline of the Jin family. But this time, no matter how well protected she was, it was useless. They were facing an existence that they could not defend themselves against.

"Silly child." Granny Jin Hua patted Jin Ying's head, her face filled with gentleness and regret. Perhaps, she should never have desired the spiritual fire or to become immortal.

There were some things that had not been said before, some things that were difficult to express, and some emotions that were hidden and unwilling to be shared. Now, in the Four Guardians Light Shroud, they spoke about them one after another. Humans were still living forms with emotions. These emotions were lit up in the face of death.

But moments later, those in the Four Guardians Light Shroud fell silent once more. It was a deathly silence. Everyone seemed to be waiting, waiting for despair to fall upon them.

"You have always been mysterious and powerful to me. You have never lost and you surprise me every time I see you. When have you ever lost? You have always created miracles. No matter when and where, miracles happen wherever you are. I believe in you. I believe…that you can create another miracle…as long as you can…I will…I will…" Pei Fengwu clenched her hands into a fist and stared at the battle in the sky, muttering to herself dazedly. Her face grew red as she spoke.

"Silly girl." Zong Changsheng glanced at Pei Fengwu and sighed softly. He held his long sword and stood there calmly, the blade never leaving his hands. His eyes were sharp and he emanated a composure and stubbornness that seemed to come right from his bones. However, there was guilt hidden in his sharp gaze that no one could see. He had brought Pei Fengwu here, but could not take her back safely. He was ashamed to face the Pei family.

In the sky, the battle continued. Mo Wen died under the Dragon Horse's long lance again and again and he resurrected again and again. The battle continued. He did not back away, no matter how much pain he felt and how great a torture it was to his soul. His determination never once wavered. He stood to fight again after every failure until he died because he had nowhere to withdraw to. None of the humans did.

There was a flash of white light and the Dragon Horse suddenly stopped attacking. It stood a hundred meters away from Mo Wen.

There was a shimmer of crystal-like crimson light. Mo Wen's body broke down once more and he was again resurrected. He had discovered that his physical body would grow stronger every time his body broke down and reassembled. After a dozen times, his physical body was two or three times stronger.

The power of his physical body was not an illusionary power of this space but a power that he could bring with him when he returned to the outside world. It was a power that belonged to him. No one would have expected that the superb-grade Healing lights would have such an effect. However, this was not enough. It was far from enough. The increase in strength to his physical body could not be used against the Dragon Horse. Even if he died a hundred times, he was still no match for the Dragon Horse.

"Your will is strong and I am very surprised. If you do not die here, I believe that you will accomplish many extraordinary feats in the future. However, it is a pity that you will not get the chance to. I do not have the patience anymore." The Dragon Horse seemed to have lost all patience after killing Mo Wen more than a dozen times. It released a sacred light and a terrifying power encapsulated the entire space. The Dragon Horse did not attack Mo Wen immediately, but everyone knew that this was the calm before the storm.

"You wish to kill me with a strike?" Mo Wen breathed in deeply, holding the Heavenly Serpent Divine Spear tightly in his hand. He knew what the Dragon Horse intended to do. After killing him more than a dozen times, it had already understood the rules and effects behind the superb-grade Healing lights. As long as it could shatter him completely in an instant, without leaving a single trace behind, not even a single drop of blood, it would defeat him. If the Dragon Horse shattered him into the most minuscule particle, then the superb-grade Healing light would not be able to resurrect him. Mo Wen understood this, and evidently, the Dragon Horse had worked it out as well.

In a battle, this ability was as good as discovering the enemy's deadly Achilles' heel. It was terrifying. The Dragon Horse not only had the advantage of strength but also had unpredictable talents in all aspects.